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[littlechicken0202]

23, 31, 51

23. fear(s)

there’s a few on a deeper level but lets not go there haha. on a surface level its gotta be needles and injection kind of stuff (which sucks cause I need to get my flu shot soon,) and uhhh thats all I can think about rn but theres more

31. 3 random facts

lets see, I play guitar, I like creative writing, and I like the cold and winter

51. starsign

im a scorpio on the cusp of sagittarius and I find the cusp thing really cool actually

thanks so much for the ask! :D

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[mlmdan]

Glory of the Snow?

What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life? 

TEN! jeeze.

my chemical romance

frank iero and the interactions i’ve had with him specifically

my dogs!!!!!

dan and phil I GUESS

good friends who do nice things for me and make it clear that they care about me even when i don’t care about me

supportive parents who are ok with me taking the time i need to deal with my mental illnesses and who support me financially since i’m unable to hold a full time job currently

all of the friends i’ve met through following frank tours, especially the generous ones who help me make it possible when i don’t have the money because they know how much it means to me

beyond burgers skdfjskskkskd

tattoos

can i say my dogs again

[phil-and-a-corgi]

@feckboy69-aol

[phil-and-a-corgi]

WHY WONT YOU NOTICE ME IM HERE WITH ALL MY LOVE AND VALIDATION JUST ACCEPT IT HOLY HELL

um we were video chatting so,,,

[phil-and-a-corgi]

Oh also The Ghost of You. I think you told me but I don’t remember anything so... (ahahahahaah)

the ghost of you - ever cry while watching a movie?

i don't really get emotional during movies? but i di but not like sobbing more like "oh that's sad" and im sad for the next 20 minutes or something

[phil-and-a-corgi]

Teenagers and Party Poison (ALSO WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHEN YOU SPAM BAMD I DON’T UNDERSTAND IM JUST A STUPID ZOOMER PLEASE EXPLAIN) you friggen chicken nugget head coward short little forggit bro

teenagers - are you afraid of people the same age as you?

yes. im afraid of most people. as a tiny asian, imostly find myself cowering at tall white people.

party poison - do you speak different languages?

yes i can speak american and internet.

i speak motsly english and im pretty ok at cantonese, just to get around, for some reason im im spanish honors and i can also speak music.

[phil-and-a-corgi]

highschool bandfic in a nutshell - chapter 2

chapter 1

rating: t/m (swearing and also irene’s writing.)

word count: um i dont know a lot ( 2083 )

summary: uhh we have that on the first page

here if you want to read it here then here you go materinos(doesn’t include behind the scenes bants though

here read it on google docs yeah i know so professional(this one has behind the scenes banter)

SECOND CHAPTER (2)

(written by renee @dan-and-a-shibe - pete’s pov)

after finally putting on my eyeliner (i had no time to do it this morning and i looked like a garbage can filled with shit on fire) i hopped off the sink counter. sighing and putting my MAC charcoal liner back into my bag.i dabbed just a wee bit of eyeshadow because WHY THE FUCK NOT. the bell rang, signalling that i was late for first period. why do i let a bell, a mere beep for 5 seconds control where i go and when i go. it just shows how even though everyone tries to be themselves that everyone ends up being dragged by the trends of society. so i decided to sit in the background and look through tumblr. on my phone. ten minutes of scrolling through poetry and kittens. i should get going now. so i did. i walked into mr armstrong’s class.

“mr wentz may i ask why you’re late.” he asked, jokingly in a teacher’s voice. “sorry it’s required to ask that” he whispered, winking at the class.

“i know why, because he was busy being a GAYLORD”(dh quote) that try hard kid justin bieber teased.

“ok justin please explain how your bleached hair isn’t gayer than his amazing eyeliner.” mr amstrong retorted back as the whole class “oohed” at justin.

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(written by Irene - @feckboy69-aol - frank’s pov)

Fuck Ms. O-Conner. Fuck her class. It's the only class that I don't have with my beloved Gee and the rest of the guys I hung out with and the only class where the teacher actually expects me to do shit. Like okay, maybe there’s some nice chicks in this class and I sit in the back next to a window where I can stare out of and think of my beloved, beautiful Gee, but so what? Lorde’s (yeah, that's what her preferred name was, what a joke) a fucking bore. Honestly, so would this school be, if not for my beloved, precious, beautiful Gee and the shit going on with Ryan and Beebs’ tea drama. Oh, that and the whole of Beaver’s crowd; it was fun watching them get owned by literally everyone here.

Anyway, English class. Lorde Bitchface was screaming about the importance of “putting emotion into your poems” and using “meaningful symbolism” to give your writing “depth” like the edgy bitch she was, so I just tuned her ugly mug out as usual, grabbing my notebook and turning to a fresh page. I gripped the #2 mechanical pencil in my hands and let my mind wander and think about my beloved, adorable, precious, and beautiful Gee, which wasn't very hard. I thought about the last time we had made out (in the bathroom near Bitchface’s class in the stall that no one used) and let my hand draw what I thought. I never was a good artist, but my beloved, handsome, adorable, precious, and beautiful Gee had taught me a couple things (some about art, some about other things), so I had become pretty good. I concentrated for a good 5-7 minutes on the drawing, making every line count, and then smirked to myself at the finished masterpiece. It was stunning; well Gee was.

“Ah… Mr. Iero, why don't you tell us?” said Lorde Bitchface, looking at me with that stupid fucking teacher look that Mr. Armstrong had copied perfectly from her and would use to joke around. But I, being me, tried to pass it off with a smartass answer, something I always did that got on the bitch’s nerves.

“See now I would, but I don't do things like that for free,” I said, giving her a mischievous look. Several girls in front of me (except Hayley, that sassy lassy, who just rolled her eyes and went back the crap that Bitchface was teaching) turned around and giggled, playing with their hair in a vain attempt to try and get my attention. They knew about Gee and me; the whole school did (that's a story for another time), but they still thought they could get me. But I played along anyway, winking at them and giving them the Frank Iero Famous smoulder. The girls seemed impressed, but Bitchface clearly wasn't, her ugly face (okay, I knew she wasn't ugly, she probably got a lot of action actually with that figure, but I despised her so fuck off) morphing into one of disgusting bitch anger, her nose and eyebrows scrunched up and her lips pursed into a tight, white line. I knew she was about to blow, when a kid sitting all the way up in the front who I didn't even know existed until he spoke his next words (that would definitely be his last if I ever found him alone in a dark hallway, by the way) said, “He's being inappropriate and drawing repulsing images in his notebook, Ms. Lorde. I saw him when I went to sharpen my pencil, Ms. Lorde,”

He then turned around and smirked at me, his wavy ginger hair following him as he did, an aura of smugness about him that I did not appreciate.

I saw the anger drain from Lorde Bitchface’s face and have it replaced with a look of calmness that was actually more efficient in scaring people than her anger.

Fucking asshole, I thought, momentarily losing my cool before reminding myself that I was Frank Iero and bitches wished they could kiss the ground I walked on with their crusty-ass, chapped as fuck lips.

So when that fucking whore of a teacher gave me detention, I simply smiled and said a cheeky, “Can't get enough of me as it is, Lorde? Not that I can't see why you wouldn't want more of this,” running my hands through my hair, knowing that this was definitely gonna make the ugly hag throw a fit, which would be far more amusing than if I had just accepted the offer of yet another detention.

It worked; I got sent to the principal's office, but like hell I was actually gonna go there. I smiled to myself as I walked outside the door, giving Bitchface a cheeky salute as I went out, not staying long enough for her to scream more shit at me.

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(written by renee @dan-and-a-shibe - ray’s pov)

geez well this is frank's seventh detention this week and it's only wednesday. how is that even possible. well, lorde's most recent detention got him a saturday detention for the whole day and i knew he was supposed to go hang out with gee. gerard would be heartbroken if he couldn't make it to their next date. they have date night in saturday. i had to convince lorde to get him out of detention. she hadn't hated me yet, so i had a chance. while we were supposed to be writing deep poetry, i went up to her desk.

                 “hey um, ms lorde, uh sorry about frank. his family isn't really okay at the moment, and well, he's been acting up. more than usual. his parents have been really hard on him, especially with the detentions. i hope you can withdraw the multiple detentions from the past three days. don't mention this to him, or anyone else. please.” truth was that franks family wasn't doing to well but they weren't being hard on him, they didn't care anymore.

          lorde paused for a moment. “ok then, ill withdraw the detentions. only for this week. why don't you go down to the office and tell him this detentions are withdrawn.” i knew i could do it. most ladies have more vulnerable emotions, they’re more sensitive. and that's why women are so great. and now he only had three after school detentions..

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(written by Irene - @feckboy69-aol - tyler’s pov)

It was lunch for the Sophomores, so as usual, I was trying to find my best fren Josh Dun. It was strange, he wasn't anywhere to be seen, when usually I could spot his vibrant colored hair in any crowd (it was a bright yellow today). So when I entered the large circular shaped cafeteria, and didn't see him, I started to panic a bit.

He was there in the morning, we walked here together, he was there in first period, I saw him when I went to go to the bathroom, he was there during third period because I was there with him, oh no, he got kidnaped… he got bullied he's in a locker somewhere stuck I have to go, he's hurt I have to sav-

“Tyler!” I heard someone scream from behind me, interrupting my very important thoughts about Jishwa. I turned around in pure panic, ready for the news that was going to be solemnly sorrowful; news about Jishwa’s untimely death.

Alas, it was only Jenna Joseph Black, a pleasant surprise at that. I smiled in spite of my internal mental struggle, watching Jenna smiling and running up to me. The cafeteria was now starting to fill up, with cliques of people banding together in their own respectable tables, as usual.

Jenna grinned at me, giving me a friendly greeting. I didn't want her to get worried for my stupid overthinking habit. She wrapped her arm around my shoulder, leading me to our lunch table which consisted of me, Jish, her, Hayley (Kiyoko) Adam, Jack, and Ryan. The others weren't there yet, me and Jen usually arrived early, Josh not too far behind us, with the rest walking together, usually bringing some mundane news about whatever they considered important in their lives. Usual conversations involved Jack and his frens coming in with their loud but awkward selves, Hayley not too far behind them, her hands crossed in silent disapprovement at almost everyone and everything. They all would then come in to our table, interrupting the meaningful conversations that Jen, Jish and I would be having, usually conversations about the possibility (or plausibility) of whether coconut sharks could or not exist, (if they did exist, where would they be swimming?) with talk about the latest song from so-and-so’s band or whether Ryan and Brendon would ever get back together, or at least make up.

But that's not what exactly happened today because Jen, ever the one to notice and care, gave me a caring concerned look that depicted exactly how much she cared and was concerned about me and Jish, her eyes gleaming in the bright-lighted cafeteria, her mouth morphing into a depressing frown.

“Where's Jish?” She inquired, the proportions of her face perfectly in line, to the point where she made everyday curiosity look like it was the epitome of perfection, suddenly standing up, probably (or plausibly) realizing that if Jish were here, he would be right now.

I slouched further into my seat, gulping, my throat feeling dry, “I don't Jen… I don't know…”  

[phil-and-a-corgi]

@feckboy69-aol @ghostsanndstuff @veevaareality @dans-eyelash @gui1ttripping and anyone else

Picrew tag game wee

Rules: do the thingy, and tag at least 5 people

Here’s the picrew

And here’s me

@ionlyeatcomfortfood @choasallover @imreallytryingmybestest @imhonestlyjusttryingtovibe @noodles-07

And anyone else I didn’t tag is good to do this too btw

[dumdidiotbunnything]

Let's say you died in your house right now because of a heart attack and no one noticed or cared enough about you, what is one thing in your house that you would haunt?

I’d probably haunt a computer or something so I could help out the people who use it and help them avoid viruses or shock sites or whatever. Either that or a book, of which is yet to be determined.

[littlechicken0202]

Random question but plushy, easy-to-sink-into teddy bears or fluffy, soft teddy bears? (also I wouldn't mind if I got rated)

fun fact, ive never owned a teddy bear but if I did, id prefer the plushy ones. wbu?

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[phil-and-a-corgi]

shameless promo

@feckboy69-aol and i made a podcast last might. we're totally professionals(that was sarcastic). it's about 40 minutes long, and in this episode we talked about the origin of our friendship, sherlock, and try to song. maybe check it out?

[phil-and-a-corgi]

@feckboy69-aol and i are scorpio bros. does that count?

I love how groups of friends will end up adopting a group name. like wether it’s something just like “squad” or “meme team” an inside joke or something. and you’ll just refer to the group like one unit like “hey, the meme team is coming over,” and people will just know who that means. I love it. I love these little gangs filled with good pals.

[phil-and-a-corgi]

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boopy poopy and i oopy ksksksksk save the turtles

[phil-and-a-corgi]

we’re restarting “highschool bamdfic in a nutshell(name probably changed later”(but you probably could care less)

why?(not that y’all would care) because irene( @feckboy69-aol) and i had a conversation and we ‘ve decided to restart. why? because we were talking about how she writes a really dramatic chapter expecting me to wite something super dramatic and then i write about chicken nuggets or something. we plan to actually collaborate more and write the chapters together and not have me write every other chapter and irene write everything in between. but it’ll be mostly the same, but different. that’s all. anyways, chapter 1 is pretty much the same so im just going to reblog that.

and as always, we’d like to thank @hesitant-g for the prompt we saw one faithful day.

[phil-and-a-corgi]

quick story

so, i was about to write a post about how i get excited when a song from the bands i know comes on the alt radio (92.3) and just as i was typing this, chlorine came on and then @feckboy69-aol informs me that choke was on the radio so i get even more excited and so i camped out until it came back on and i got so excited i almost woke my family up but it was totally worth it